Don't cry, just fly
In a life void of butterflies and rainbows,
a cloudy-eyed girl grows.
Her sustenance maintained,
yet no happiness gained.
loud noises crawling in her ear,
she'd rather be anything, anywhere but here.
Clenched fists matched with a frown,
the only way up is to first go down.
A cold floor harbors ugly things,
but still a woman stands and sings.
Once broken, now alive,
this woman will learn and thrive.
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